There had only been a handful of boys who’d even got beyond second base with her, keeping with her firm belief that it was quality that counted, not...quantity.She had just about made it to the end of the corridor and the door beyond when a tall, quite handsome young man stepped out from next to his locker and called out her name. Since he was one of those privileged few who’s actually seen, and sampled, the tightly trimmed girlhood under her skirt, the teenager stopped for a moment and flashed. These movies bored the hell out of the rest of us and the living room usually cleared when he did this. He would stay up into the wee hours of the morning. In fact I don't ever recall seeing him go to bed, he was just there in the morning. If we just had to go to the bathroom it was okay because it was right next to my bedroom and daddy didn't have to be interrupted. If we were hungry or thirsty though then daddy would sometimes get annoyed, telling us to wait before coming down the hall. When. If you were a guild member in good standing. Which meant you were up to date on your dues. You could put your name on the list. And depending on the job, and how many others were on the list, you could ship out tomorrow or next month. Depending on how much of a ‘gift’ the guild broker wanted.Then there were unofficial independent employment brokers. They could be found in the bars taverns and go-go joints. In the good old wind and sail days, they were called the shanghai specialists. A quick. "It's just not fair!" She buried her face in her hands and continued to cry. I was stunned by this sudden turn of events. I did not expect this at all. My favorite cheerleader was no longer going to be a cheerleader. Suddenly, I had an idea. "Well, surely, you can appeal!" I suggested. "Take it to the committee! Seriously! Maybe..." "I filed an appeal earlier this year," she confessed. "Unfortunately, I got in trouble for this kind of thing already! A few weeks ago, I partied in my.